Is effort really all to succes?
Why does someone say everyone has losses if they didn't experience a real loss?
Do they really understand what a loss is?
Losing the scholarship you worked hard to get studying night and day between part-time jobs
And just to end up in the hands of those who are rich
A loving family just to be killed by a plane accident
And the money they left to be just taken by our relatives
Can effort even do something?
Entering a university through working 5 jobs
Working at the weekend just to meet the tuition fee
Selling stuff at class just to buy some books and pencils
So you ask, can effort help you succeed in life?
In my life, efforts did betray me.
The money that I work hard to save disappeared just in the blink of an eye.
Accidentally spilling an orange juice on my classmate's clothes
I said sorry, but he didn't buy it and made my life miserable.
The jobs I worked hard at fired me just because the guy I spilled the orange juice on was a rich young master.
And the jobs I work at don't want trouble.
To ask for forgiveness, I had to use my savings, which I saved for years for the tuition fee.
I couldn't pay, hence my expulsion from the university.
They say efforts wouldn't betray you, but what would effort do for those who have talent?
Those who have money probably don't even know what effort is.
New phone
They can just ask their parents for one and the effort they did. Was asking their parents for one.
A car
Those who are rich could just ask and get it; effort doesn't mean anything to those who are rich.
A house that I couldn't get in my 23 years of life can be just bought as a present for those who are rich.
Effort is a nice word to say, but the effect is that of a guy clinging to hope.
Did effort really help me in my life?
My shitty life that isn't worth anything got shittier because the world thought it was fun.
Having small cell lung cancer at the age of 23 and not having money to pay for treatment
Here I am lying in bed in the small apartment that those stingy with money wouldn't even want to live in.
…
Dying without doing anything significant in my life
Do I have some regret? Yes, I regret everything. It could have been better if I was born rich.
Or I didn't have to think about the future and did whatever I wanted in my shitty life.
My life was full of regrets that even in my dying moments all I saw was my miserable life.
That's how my life of 23 years full of regrets finished in a small apartment without doing anything significant in the world.
Rotten in the room was my dead body. At least they would bury my body, right?
The world probably isn't that fucked up, and just leave my body, right?
***
In the void I was floating endlessly without a place to go.
It feels like I'm a wandering soul not worth looking at.
Well, it's probably because of my insignificant life.
But roaming in this dark place, it's like I'm sleeping peacefully for the first time.
I feel at peace at this place; it's like it's accepting me for being worthless.
…
Ring, ring, ring.
Wake by the sound of the alarm clock, I was in a one-bedroom apartment; it's better than where I was.
Was I saved? If not, then it doesn't explain why I'm alive.
Am I in a hospital? But it doesn't look like one.
Am I hallucinating? But that doesn't explain what I'm seeing.
Am I in hell or heaven?
So I'm not dead, but where am I? Seeing that I'm breathing, I'm probably alive, but where am I? Am I in an experiment room being experimented on?
But with each passing second, did I realize I was wrong?
Why?
It's shockingly simple: a large screen appeared in front of me, which should be impossible.
This thing is probably called a prank, right? Because something like this isn't impossible, or probably I'm dreaming.
So I pinched my cheeks, but weirdly enough, it hurts, and worse, my body doesn't feel like my body; it feels weaker yet tougher.
So I steadied myself to look at the screen.
~~STATUS~~
Name: Leo Dawnstar
Rank: Rank 9
Strength: 3
Agility: 5
Intelligence: 7
Stamina: 2
Mana: 31
Luck: 0
Charm: 4
Fate: ???
Class: Thread manipulator
Gifts: ???
…
Looking at the screen, countless thoughts appeared in my mind.
Who's Leo Dawnstar? That isn't my name, and yet I can't seem to remember my name.
But I know this isn't my name, so what is this?
Sitting up on the bed, a blank look appeared on my face. I dazedly looked at the window.
Midnight-like dark hair
Pale skin like it doesn't go out into the sunlight
Red eyes that look innocent
This isn't my body is the only thing in my mind, but once I tried to remember my body, I couldn't remember what exactly was my body.
Is this really not my body?
Standing up, I looked at the window that revealed my skinny body and a weirdly attractive face, but that isn't handsome enough to be mistaken for a model.
But yeah, I'm handsome.
So I don't know much, but I died and now live as this guy.
It's funny how I accepted that I will live as this guy, but my life before was miserable anyway.
I hated my life in my previous life.
So what if I forgot stuff in my previous life?
I'll just live this life with this body.
Taking over someone's body feels bad, but it's mine now. The only thing I could do is help this body become successful.
But first, where am I? Weirdly enough, this mana thing weirdly feels familiar.
Oh, a letter was on the table near the alarm, Clark.
Looking at the envelope, I can't help but feel like this is the thing that will change my life.